Bob and Warren

~ February 21, 2001

My name is Bob and Warren, I just turned three years of age this year. I know if you saw me you would have fallen in love. I stood tall and fully marked of beauty and spirit. I know I'm bragging, but I have the right to brag - just recently my spirit was released, I live in heaven above you now.

My first years of life were spent with my owner, Brian Moore, who taught me everything there was to know about racing. Although I enjoyed racing I now have a little girl as my owner - she's an angel too. Her endearing touch reminds me of the love I left behind.

We horses are pretty complicated animals. I'm not really sure why my spirit of life was removed from me at a young age, but I'm glad the excruciating pain has ended. I don't remember all the details of that evening, but I do remember the bitter cold in the back of the trailer... it felt like I was trapped inside forever. I know it wasn't anyone's fault, they were only trying to do what was best. But it was extremely cold. It was a difficult night and one I wouldn't want another horse to endure. As I drifted away quietly, I heard my mom saying these words:

Hiding and seeking, my path will return,
belligerent and bold my fury burns.
Future hidden in the past
his spirit is released, why didn't he last?
More time spent with him and less on the road.
Crying and praying I still hold tight
in hopes the closure isn't right.
Denying the fact that our love is gone,
closure of the facility is completely wrong.
Fight, argue, scream and shout,
but that's not what this is about.
To understand, to love and to care
is needed but the facility must be there.
~ Deborah Barrett
In Memory of Bob and Warren

I would like to thank everyone for doing everything possible during that night.